Saturday, December 10, 2011

Dark Ages: Vampire Character backstory

Caine Murdering Able

Giuseppe

I am a sinner, I have always been a sinner, but since that
terrifying night at Lord Giovanni’s dinner party I have broken God’s most
sacred commandment. My
embrace in to this dark covenant with Caine has renewed my faith, no not
renewed, but proven without a doubt God’s existence. Now with this proof I must sin daily to exist.

I left the coterie of my fellow newly dammed to search out
the meaning of this brutally evil existence after twice witnessing the
cannibalism of diablerie. First I
travelled back to my residence in Osimo to resign my post as archdeacon, and
collect my possessions. The journey was long and harrowing for a lone dammed to
undertake. As a mortal when I
rested at night, the protection my body needed was trivial. One can sleep under the stars. The dammed, however are not so lucky
with God’s light. It was on the
journey I wrote a beautiful hymn I planned to present to my beloved
sister. I wrote whenever I could
and pored myself in to the song, but in the rejected verses I found another
tune. Not written for the glory of
God, but a dark song for Caine.

It broke my heart to leave my beloved Bishop, who would have
me staked to a pole in the central plaza if he knew what I was. Before I traveled to my sisters
Abby, I fed my blood to both my lover and my assistant to aid me in my long
journey. The light should not be
so frightening. I began to snatch
a glimpse of the morning sky. The
first attempt I hid deep under a balcony on the west side of my apartment. Even as I began to smoke I willed my self
to stay to see a hint of blue in the sky.
I thought I would be blind, but my sight did return, and with it the
need for more blood. We fled the
next night.

I continue to sin, and have punished myself, whipping my
flesh, but this increased my need for the blood of innocence’s. So I attempted to fast, an utter
failure. I resisted for days but
the hunger grew so strong I could not contain the devil in me. I do not remember the murder, or
murders I committed when I was overcome.
I regained my mind covered in their blood. I punished myself brutally that sad night. Begging the father for
forgiveness I knew would never come, and again I went out a dawn to be consumed
by the father’s wrath. The fear
that overcame me was too intense to resist. I ran from the sun again a coward.

In Fossacesia I planned to present myself to my sister as
proof of God’s existence. She
promptly rejected, and cursed me.
Again we fled, this time with a mob set on us. Elia, my assistant was gravely wounded in the violence. I knew the power in my blood so I
attempted to save him with Caine’s curse as my sire had embraced me. I failed and Elia died, my blood on his
lips. It was then I decided since
I had been unable to burn myself in Gods light I would have to find a mentor to
replace my sire.

My lover Assunta and I traveled to Bologna where with the
help of my school day allies, The Order, I had a strong coach built so we could
travel during the day. I also
hired a young man, Orfeo, as a pilot.
I fed him my blood on our way to Venice. I sought the Cainite prince there, Guilelmo Aliprando, to
present myself and to plead for a tutor. It was in Venice Lord Giovanni’s
Ghoul, Lothar, first struck. I did
not know what a powerful enemy I had made, for Lothar and his mercenaries have
been ruthless. I also didn’t
realize that Augustus Giovanni had made his home in Venice. It was entirely the wrong place to go
and the Prince expelled us from Venice in any case. Next we went to Milan to speak with Prince After I introduced myself and pleaded
my case, the Prince told me he could not help as emissaries had approached him
from Augustus Giovanni recently.
We left court heart broken and afraid. We were sent into the wild again with no aid or
benefactor. That evening however I
was approached by a graduate of my alma mater and a member of the order. Eliodoro, an ironic name for one of the
dammed, a Lasombra, spent the night with me explaining a great many things and
pointed me to France where a Toreador Salianna, Matriarch of the Courts of
Love, resides. Eliodoro would send
introductions to France ahead, and accompany us short while as he was headed to
Turin. While on this short journey
I learned as much as possible from Eliodoro.

In Turin we found refuge for a few days but were attacked
again by the Ghoul, Lothar. Lothar
died in the assault, or so I thought.
At the Prince’s court, Eliodoro found a Cappadocian Rosalva, another
ironic name, who was on route to France.
After introductions we agreed to travel together in my coach. In exchange Rosalva would tutor me on
the journey. I felt a need to
better understand the enemy I had in Giovanni and this was the closest I could
come to them. She witnessed my
self-flagellation, attempts at stealing a glimpse of early blue sky on several
occasions, drank from my Assunta repeatedly, and taught me how to strengthen
myself against harm. At one point,
Assunta accidentally drank Assunta dry.
I tried to mourn her, but was unable. Perhaps this curse of Caine was stealing my humanity as it
had my soul. Rosalva was on her
way to Perpignan to study at an abbey.
Days turned into a month and soon I was as engrossed in research as
Rosalva, and we found ourselves on the way to Anatolia in search of information
on Golconda. While my faith is
even greater because of this curse, I still see it as a curse and something I
must atone for or overcome in some way.
Rumors of Golconda may be that way. I also have found myself even more interested in the remaining
fragments of Caine’s Book of Nod and sought additional pieces of that ancient
text.

We spent months on the journey arguing, debating, fighting
and learning from each other. When
we arrived I, a mere neonate, was denied entry into the sacred temples. If one could only fly to Bordeaux, the
journey back to France was heart breaking. I practiced what Eliodoro and Rosalva had taught me, killed
Lothar again, filled my time writing hymns many for our holy father, but more
often for Caine, and then killed the ghoul once more. Persistent bastard…I long for such loyalty.

Arriving in Bordeaux I found home amongst my own clan, found
a true mentor (Alphonese des Rosier, a powerful Toredor) who encouraged me to
join the Knight’s Hospitaler, and found my purpose…Golconda.

Working within the French
circle, I came to be well known and well respected for my Faith and revitalized
spirit. Once news reached France
that Michael had surfaces once again and that he was in the company of past
friends of mine. I was asked to
return to my friends and find out what I could discover of Michael’s purpose
and intent. Michael was never
pleased with the French Toreador claiming they were deceived by their vice and
disillusioned lacking a vision of the Dream. You had also heard that Michael had information about
Golconda which was a personal interest of mine. The Giovanni continue to be a problem, my sire continues to
be a problem. And, while I have
made my presence in France, I still do not have the support of like type
individuals. I am still seen as
sired out of necessity not desire which has kept me an outcast. I am despised by my sire which limits
my ability to gain influence and status.
My beliefs drive me, not my passion for the arts. I see them as one and the same, but
others do not. I needed a change
and therefore agreed to attend to this task.